A High School boy had been secured for umpire, and all was in readiness.
Of course the school nine won over the scrub.

Never mind the score, which looked badly for the scrub.

Dick was satisfied that his nine was doing the best that was in it.
Tuesday afternoon there was more practice, though Captain Dick did not allow it to continue too long.
"Now, don't take a single chance with yourselves," called Prescott, in dismissing the squad on the field near the schoolhouse.

"Don't any one of you get a sore toe or strain a 'wing' before to-morrow afternoon.

Fellows, I believe that we are going to be able to put it all over the North Grammar to-morrow afternoon.